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“You’ll be surprised at what happens in this bar”, he said.

A new face entered the bar in that moment. A rather tall man with shaggy brown hair. His clothing was plain, at least in a modern sense. Blue jeans, loggers boots, a simple white t-shirt covered in a black and blue flannel button up. Covering that, a simple dark tan carhaert jacket.

Multicolored eyes quickly scanned the main room for empty seats before settling for one at the bar itself. With long legs, the 6'5" man made it to his selected chair rather quickly and sat down. He ordered a beer when asked what he wanted, and waited.

Folo floated out the ground inspecting this man, she'd float around him "Hmmm, well your new?'

The man gave a start when spoken to, twisting around toward the voice. His eyes seemed to widen upon seeing her, and instinctively started reaching for either Salt or something made of iron.

He hadn't come here for a hunt, so he hadn't expected to run in to any sort of spirits or monsters. Sam had arrived totally off guard. He cringed inwardly, if he survived what he, at the moment, perceived as a threat, his brother would kill him.

"H-hello..."

He spoke in his usual soft, yet deep tone.

"You're...not a Vengeful Spirit or some other sort of monster that kills people, are you?

He proceeded to ask. He usually didn't go with this line of questioning, though most creatures he hunts, he does extensive investigation on after they've already left a trail of bodies.

Maybe he lucked out this time and found a friendly ghost.

"I mean I could harm someone, but thats just my telekinetic pressure-" she shrugs " Happens Rarely" she'd say raising her finger, causing him to float "Hehe"

He let out a sharp breath at her words, his nostrils flaring slightly. Ah, well, it's starting to sound like he may be screwed. He took another, sharper, if not panicked breath as he started to float and instantly grabbed the edge of the bar in attempt to hold himself down. His mind instantly started racing.

He should be used to this by now, really. It happened all the time. People always did things to him without even asking, ever since he was a kid.

When he noticed his breathing picking up more than it should, he silently started working on calming himself.

"U-um....c-could you put me down...please?

"Of course!" She'd place him down, sitting on air "So who might you be?"

He sighed, albeit shakily, when he felt himself rest back on the stool he'd been sitting on. He took another deep breath before speaking.

"Thank you."

Clasping his barely shaking hands together, he pushed a thumb into his left palm, where the faint remnants of a scar could be seen.

"I'm Sam."

As Korby is just sitting on the table, they start writing in a journal. Maybe just to record on what happened within the days. They just had to deal with Hazel and Cha Cha and the others. Maybe, if they can keep this up, Korby should be able to protect the bar at all times. We'll see about that. But for now, Korby's just sitting on the table, enjoying the peace then they sighed.

((YEEEEES BIG FAN! Good show))

Dasha spins into the room while humming and licking an ice cream cone.

Korby looked at Dasha then shrugged. As it pulled out a plate of pancakes. Then they started eating it. "Poyo poyo." (Translation: "A nice, refreshing heal.")

As they look out the window, Korby sees a reflection of themselves. "Poyo." (Translation: "Reflection.")

She paused when she saw Korby. "Oh, you're an odd little ball."

"Poyo?" Korby turned to Dasha as he became a little confused. (Translation: "Ey?")

Also, there's kinda a conversation out loud too. "Dude, did you see how much damage Korby did to the bar? Surely it was intentional because those two with those funny masks was doing evil stuff."

"Yeah man. But hey, at least the place is saved again. Plus, Five helped Korby out as well. I respect him."

"Hmm, and the way that certain stuff gives them abilities too. I'm pretty sure Sword's my favorite."

She approached him and crouched before reaching out to poke him out of curiosity. She heard the conversation going on but didn't react to it for the time being.

"Probably burning. I mean, flame tackles are pretty fire-y and toasty too. But hey, gets the job's done."